hello vonnie

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cherry valley forever

blake kathryn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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almost home
will byers stan first human second
noise dept.

shark vs the universe
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

JBB: An Artblog!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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if i look back, i am lost

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Lukas Kandl, Mandrill arc-en-ciel
Leigh M. McCloskey | Summer Solstice vs Winter Solstice
golly-gee, what a ride!
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
Pablo Neruda
Cinema Radio City in Tehran by Heydar Ghiaï-Chamlou [1967]. The façade exhibits the introduction of Googie design into Iran through its outlandish neon geometry. The entire of the project follows modernist principles through the exploration of balance between straight and curved forms. Unfortunately, the cinema suffered a fire and was shut down with its neon facade removed, remaining in abandoned central Tehran.
keep ya eyebrows thick, your thighs thicker, and your wallet thickest
I find annoying thought that every sentence start with an "I". Like this one.
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.